Hold me, Touch me

On the glittering dance floor, strobe lights illuminate Walker's striking features—a face far more captivating than any celebrity Dana has ever seen. Intoxicated and bold, she can't resist tracing her fingers across his flawless skin, marveling at its coolness and smoothness.

"You're gorgeous," she slurs, her inhibitions stripped away by alcohol. "Way better than Tim Petty. How much to take you home?"

The veins in Walker's jaw clench. He commands her to let go, but Dana silences him with a kiss. She's clumsy, inexperienced, but Walker takes control instantly—possessive, fierce, and commanding. His lips dominate hers in a kiss that's anything but gentle.

Half-conscious and powerless, Dana finds herself swept into his arms. Walker carries her upstairs to the luxury suite, her body splayed across the king-sized bed as his weight pins her down. She can barely breathe, her protests smothered by his relentless kiss.

"Let me go, Tim!" she gasps between breaths, still lost in memories of the man who broke her heart.

Walker's grip tightens on her chin. His dark eyes burn with dangerous intensity as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.

"Who?" he demands, each letter dripping with possessiveness.

Dana repeats the name without hesitation, oblivious to the storm building behind his gaze. Darkness flickers across his features—a warning she's too intoxicated to read.

"You're mine," he growls. "Stop thinking of other men."

Before she can respond, his lips claim hers once more, sealing her silence with another consuming kiss.